Cleave from Fawn / Brute by Katie Gately

I am never gonna hold you up
on a big, tall shelf again
Yes, I’m clever and can always sense
when a hand is worth holding

You, you, you have gotten cold
I thought I’d sample you and hold
Until the memory stored got sold
For currents with a useful mold

Us together was a long frail hollow
strangled blunt spasm
‘Fine whatever’ is what he will say to
she, to they, to them

You, you, you have gotten cold
I thought I would sample you and hold
Until the memory stored got sold
For currents with a useful mold

I, I, I don’t even have a shred
Of a sore throat or a throbbing head
But I am taking the day off
From work and play just to sit and scoff

And here might be a good place to stop
My head will not shut the fuck up
My heart beats boldly and it’s hot
Inside my chest I’m bursting wide
Rib cage expanding into the knife!

I won’t be the holder for the start of your spark
My heart is bark, stiff and stark, cinched up frock of hawk
I won’t be the holder for the start of your spark
My heart is bark, stiff and stark, cinched up frock of hawk

I won’t wait for you, I won’t stay stooped
I won’t wait for you, I won’t stay stooped

• Electronic
• Pasadena